The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 84
"Promising" is the description placed on Creighton, and he feels he deserves it.

Moreover, the last person who praised him so much sent him and [-] other lads who were also praised to Luoren by big ship. The number of young people who had never seen the sea before came back alive was less than one-third of the total number. Layton still has a psychological shadow on the chief.

Clayton glanced at Mr. Owl's leather shoes, which were less than three centimeters away from the edge of the opened door.

This person was just eavesdropping.

But the place had been borrowed from him, and Clayton couldn't blame him.

"You flatter me."

Mr. Owl's bird face has no expression—or there is expression, but it's incomprehensible to those unfamiliar with his race.

In the dark, they looked at each other, counting Barbara, there were three pairs of glowing eyes.

"I've heard about what you've done. People like you who act resolutely can accomplish things anywhere. The Presbyterian Church needs people like you."

Clayton was a little embarrassed, none of the elders said that.

He began to guess who this person was.

Noticing his emotions, Akqi changed the subject: "It's good luck to find you, Gelid, if you are willing to participate more in the affairs of the elders after dealing with the matter at hand, you can come here to find me at any time Want a job. And this lady too." He looked at Barbara.

When the Mr. Owl was talking to Clayton, Clayton also noticed that Barbara on one side was staring at the door behind her. Although she didn't look directly at the scenery inside, she was still attracted by the smell of blood. , even if Clayton didn't perform a bloody trick on Detective Hook.

The bloody smell from the mouth and nose is also so clear in the vampire's senses.

"If I'm free." Clayton didn't agree, nor refused, with some subtle touches in his heart.

When he was still an individual, he had been living a boring celibate life, and after he became a monster that society did not tolerate, his communication became more frequent.

This is really an interesting phenomenon.

After Akzi left, he didn't go to Greeting, but called Barbara.

"Ma'am, what are your plans for the future?" He planned to settle the question in the corridor.

"Which area are you referring to?" the vampire asked hesitantly.

It's not hard to see that Barbara has a pretty face, but her nervous demeanor and hunched back make it easy to distinguish her from high society at a glance.Clayton also couldn't figure out why she didn't want to go home, and she didn't want to join the Presbyterian Church directly, but risked her death as a "temporary worker".

"Then let me just say it, don't you have any intention of going home? Blood is also a commodity now, and there are many legal sources, and you can get it without risking your life."

Clayton still wanted her to go.

The appearance of a vampire is similar to that of a human, and there is no taboo of being forced to deform on a full moon night, and she will not go crazy due to pain. In theory, as long as there is a sufficient blood supply, she will hardly reveal her identity in human society, and she has the ability to continue her life. "Normal".

To have such an advantage but to throw himself into a dangerous flame was behavior he could not understand.

"Are you going to drive me away again?" Barbara asked sharply, her face showing a look of sorrow: "I don't have a job, so I can't provide the information I want in the meeting. The doctor's drug ration I have to pay immediately, otherwise I have to transfer to other patients and wait for the next batch. My husband is a bricklayer, but he is not as diligent at this age as he was when he was married, and his income is getting lower every day. My son is 12 years old. I dropped out of school on weekdays because I couldn’t afford the tuition fees, and now I’m helping out in the factory. I can only cook and sweep the floor, and I can only cook and sweep the floor. In front of them, if I have anything to complain about, I will It was put down to my being out of my mind. Nobody believed what I saw, what I heard."

Her eye circles are gradually red: "It may make you feel ridiculous to say this, but what's the use of going home? Where else can I find happiness? I know I should go home, but outside, I feel relaxed and free Elder Grogne promised a lot of money, and I can earn a lot of money working here. I will go back in the spring, but until then, in order to stay here, I will kill if I am asked to do it."

Clayton realized that he couldn't convince her, because her purpose was clear, at least clearer than his.

"I just hope you don't regret it."

He himself regretted mentioning it, and now he was even more afraid of starting a family.

Barbara wiped away her tears with her sleeve: "I have already regretted what I should have regretted, Mr. Bello, you don't have to let me go because I am a woman, because I asked for it all."

There is nothing more to say here.

Clayton unfastened the gun from her left waist, which had been confiscated from her earlier.Since Mrs. Barbara has the consciousness of a warrior, of course he is also willing to be beautiful as an adult.

"I'll return this gun to you. You must remember to get more bullets from Gayled at the Public Security Department, and use the venue of the Public Security Department to practice more, but remember to read the instructions in the Sheriff's Manual first, or ask someone to guide you. , so as not to accidentally pierce someone's head because of irregular movements."

"I remember." Barbara took the pistol solemnly.

"Try to keep the gun close to your body and don't give it to others, even if that person is your teammate."

Creighton finally issued a warning.

A man who cannot take good care of his weapons cannot be a warrior, no matter what the battlefield.

Right in the center of the city, the carnival reached its climax at two o'clock in the morning.

In the gala villas, gentlemen with waxed hair and bright eyes gathered in decorated cubicles to talk loudly, but even talking loudly was taken as a matter of course for their status.The lady's long skirt arouses the scent of fragrance in the back and forth of the footsteps, bringing a touch of tenderness and excitement in this warm and spring-like room.

The pipes carrying whale oil and electricity are buried in the walls, making a slight humming sound, which echoes with the band's music, making people dizzy.

After the current dance music ended, Philip nodded to his partner, put down the woman's hand, and went back to the corner.

Someone was waiting for him there.

Taking a glass of red wine from the waiter, he returned to the discussion group.

It's not a relaxed environment, and everything he does here, including entertainment, is his job to project his image.

Grogne's task for Philip is to run for mayor, because this is a temporary task, and it has not been paved before. He must now participate in more public events to show his presence and speak his political ideas, so as to win over the gentlemen votes.

Fortunately, he had a public job in the city before, so he didn't start from scratch.

As for why he chose such a magnificent place instead of going to the square, it has something to do with the country's voting system.

The number of votes held by a citizen of the kingdom is closely related to the amount of his tax payment. The more taxes he pays, the greater his contribution to society, and thus he can get extra votes.

As for those criminals who evade taxes, civilians who can't find jobs, and homeless people, they naturally don't even have a ticket.

Those civilians who have a job are better, but the per capita vote is less than one. Thank God if five people can get together one vote. If there is no political leaning of the parish council to help classify and count the crowd during the election, their votes will not be there at all. Act as a number.

Therefore, although the lower classes have a lot of votes due to their numerical advantage, it is not easy to get votes from them.

And the gentlemen here can often contribute dozens or hundreds of votes alone, and it is self-evident to choose who to start conquering.

But he wasn't alone in thinking so.

Philip looked around a few other corners, and he saw the other two candidates talking to someone.

One is Drew, who was rated as the fourth pick, and the other is Caroline, who is the fifth. He himself is the third, a not bad number, all because he has money.

The first two have more important parties, so are not here.

It is speculated in the meeting that the Holy Grail intends to choose its spokesperson among these mayoral candidates, so it is basically certain that there are only three suspects—the second, the fourth, and the fifth, because the first does not need to find foreign aid, and he There is Presbyterian support.

During this period of competition, all candidates will receive blessings under the abbot of the church to avoid being controlled by the spirit or being parasitized by other species.

In other words, if someone does something for the Holy Grail, he must know what he is doing.

Philip noticed that Caroline Cules looked very calm today, with a vaguely confident expression, not as irritable as before.

Philip remembered that after a private review in the Sasha Morning News ranked him fifth, and that he was dubbed a "hopeless man," he lost his temper and curtailed many of his public appearances.

The information provided by Clayton Bello claimed that Carolin's younger brother Faslag died at the hands of the Holy Grail Society, but today Carolin is so full of ambition, like a dead brother Turned into gold of equal weight, it is really puzzling.

Philip decided to go back and do a report.

The ball they were at now was given by a parish steward, and the subject was a private exchange of commercial developments in the area around Sasha City, to negotiate a solution that would please all.

And he came precisely to find a way to counter that.

Because this is something that the Presbyterians will not allow to happen.

The countryside around Sasha City is mostly arable land, and most of it is in the hands of urban people, but if the people present unanimously agree to occupy the agricultural land to build factories or use it to grow inedible cash crops, then more land will be needed. Imported grain from other places will make up for the shortage, and the local grain market will inevitably set off a storm, raising grain prices, and farmers who have lost their arable land will also go to the city to compete with the citizens for jobs.

This is not a good thing.

(End of this chapter)